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Telling someone you’re whipping “there can be no pleasure without suffering” is awfully self-interested, don’t you think?
I can tell it’s from a comic in the Italian fumetti style, but I don’t know which one.
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This right here is an unusual (but effective!) way to distract someone from the pain of a wasp sting:
He climbed on the bed, sat astride my thighs just below my bottom and started massaging me. He’s a good masseur, he learned about it when he was having deep tissue treatment for his back, and he does it really well. He does the whole thing, feet, calves thighs not just the upper body, he finds knots and causes sweet pain as he makes them melt away. After 30 minutes or so I was in another place. He’d studiously avoided my buttocks, I assumed he was saving them till last, in fact I was still knickered, wanting him to go there but not asking for it, I was more than content. He asked me how I felt, he hardly needed to, my low moans had been telling him all along. I said I was melty. I felt him get off the bed and and he kissed me between my shoulders and told me he was going to cane me now.
I nearly jumped off the bed. I almost got out a “But I haven’t done anything..” but he stopped me and told me to shush and relax. He pushed my shoulders back down and kissed them again and then his hands took my knickers down to my thighs and I felt the air on my bottom. I was willing him to talc it, to make his hands slide smoothly over it, to knead it and caress it. Instead he reached under the mattress and I knew he was withdrawing his cane, I saw it from the corner of my eye, the straight handled whippy one. I groaned.
After a couple of whooshes through the air it landed across my bottom. I gasped but the pain wasn’t hideous. I felt his hand on my back and he told me to relax, stop tensing. I did and the cane landed again, it was the 20cm or so tip end of the cane, the whippiest part and it stung but it stung evenly. I didn’t tense. He told me I was a good girl and to raise my bottom a bit for him. I was going to anyway. The third stroke bit into me and I whimpered “Oh P”. He just said “Good girl, stay relaxed” and he walked round to the other side of the bed. He gave me three strokes from that side, they were stinging but I didn’t tense I really wanted to be a good girl for him. He returned to the left side of the bed and told me he was going to cane me harder now. He took my hand from the pillow and gently pulled it down and to the side, lifting it and placing it on his cock which was tenting powerfully in his shorts. I said “Oh god” and moved to get up but he steadied me back on the bed and repeated he was going to cane me harder now and I was to be a good girl and I was to keep my hand on his cock while he did it. Fuck fuck fuck!! What sort of things happen in my husband’s brain to make him do this kind of thing to a girl I have no idea but I was tearing up inside, wanting to eat him and wet myself and stick my bottom up and be a good girl all at the same time. And yes, I realised, as well as those things I wanted him to continue caning me, to make me sting and ask for more and relax and be obedient and trust him to deal with me.
I got six more strokes while I held his boner and I raised my bottom after every one. I was on fire. I got another six from the opposite side of the bed, my husband likes symmetry, and then it was over.
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Mable is a new model at Real Spankings, appearing for her first on-camera spanking in their August 26 update. Isn’t she a real cutie?
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Following a link at ErosBlog to this interview with porn director Aiden Starr, I found an interesting discussion of how she maintains enthusiastic consent while doing BDSM. The key point is that even while making a movie, she sets up lines of in-character communication that she and her model/bottom can use without disrupting the scene. No reason that wouldn’t work brilliantly for play that doesn’t have cameras present, either:
So, the process of consent starts with the peer-to-peer conversation and that means that we sit across from each other and no one is lower and no one is higher, and we look each other in the face and there’s no eye restriction roleplay, which is a part of BDSM, we don’t use that during the negotiation portion of establishing where we’re going in this scene. And then, we will explicitly talk about everything that’s going to happen. I will explain to the person what’s going to happen to them and what’s not going to happen to them. Then, I ask what their interests are, what their hard limits are and what their soft limits are. I explain to them how to communicate in-character and it’s a lengthy process — I do it every single time I play with somebody, though, regardless of how soft or how heavy we’re gonna be. During a scene, while I’m fucking with somebody, I will constantly check in with them, and I have lots of different ways that I do that.
I shot for XRUniversity.com yesterday and we were doing an educational on corporal, and part of the way that I establish consent with corporal is that if I’m going to hit someone, I’ll pick up the implement and say “oh, this looks like it’s really going to hurt you, look at it” and I show it to them and it gives them a chance to look at it, and use their safe word before I touch them with it — so that they can be involved in the process. And, you can keep it inside of roleplaying and work at really establishing not just comfort, but sexual excitement with consent, so that it’s not just a sterile environment.
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Via Bondage Blog, from some unknown manga:
When the police around here go bad, they go very bad. You don’t want a belt spanking from this pair:
From The Hotties Next Door 7, which is a Dofantasy comic by Predondo.
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When you run a casino, it’s simply not practical to allow your dealers to collude with the customers. Stern measures must sometimes be taken!
From this gallery at Firm Hand Spanking.
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